No one spoke, and all faces were grave.
Only heavy, irregular footsteps echoed, drawing nearer.
The silhouettes in the oppressive miasma finally revealed themselves.
Lugu's pupils abruptly contracted.
This Slaughter Bone Clan looked barely "human" anymore.
Their faces, arms, and bodies were covered in bite marks, as though they had been "eaten," yet blood dripped from their mouths, showing they had "eaten" others too.
You eat me, I eat you, exchanging flesh through some subtle pact, bound together.
The only intact one was the little giant within the crowd, whose body was as towering as a mountain.
And he was Lugu's brother, the other Main General from the Shugubu:
A Late Golden Core Stage Barbarian Cultivator, Sishen.
But even now, Sishen's condition was far from good.
He was too powerful; no one could "eat" him, only he could eat others.
